Post by Jumba Jookiba on Feb 17, 2019 21:32:04 GMT -5

Jumba paced. This was a lot harder to figure than he had anticipated it would be, and for his genius mind, it should have been the easiest of problems to solve! It was simple. Tell or Not? or more, Thank or Not? Dashiell Robert Parr had spilled that he and the youngest of the duo of Supers to have saved 032 were one and the same. After giving himself away and backed into a corner.

Jumba had thanked him, but not his mother. Though thanking one sort of seemed to do for all; didn't it?

That was the important question, and one the scientist was slight agonizing over. It felt wrong to just not, and yet was he free to say anything when it was obvious they were both attempting to keep their identities secret. Jumba could understand that, though his own cover on Hawaii had always been half-broken at best.

He would hate to repay the boy himself (who was a very likable little boy) by getting him into trouble for telling their status.

Yet, the thought wouldn't go away. Elastigirl (as a bit more asking revealed the name was) may have been thanked, but not Helen Parr, and that wouldn't do!

Of course two seconds after putting his plan into action and knocking at the Parr's cabin room, Jumba considered his last consideration, of how he was going to dodge around how he knew, and almost gave up the whole plan, or he'd turned, before he heard the door and realized he couldn't. So he turned back with a smile. Please be Dash...it wasn't.

"Hello Mrs. Parr, um...as far as you are knowing, we have not been meeting I know but...um...well", Jumba gave one of his sheepish grins, usually used for when he'd done something wrong. "...am thinking I might have run into you...at costume party", Jumba was aware of the public hallway he was standing in and used all the secret keeping considerations he would wish as he spoke knowingly but not, "And so...was just wishing to thank...for assistance when...was not realizing should be doing so".

Jumba wished to go on and state how her secret was safe with him, but couldn't do that, even in this supposed open area, without admitting there was one; so just smiled again, "So thank-you, um, will be wishing you good day now". Jumba tipped his hat, and was trying to not make this too uncomfortable on her end.

<<Yes yes, feel free to have Helen stop him and he can speak more openly inside etc>>

Post by Helen Parr on Feb 24, 2019 15:45:28 GMT -5

Well, it was back at Fort Wilderness again. The Polynesian was just too expensive, though Helen wasn't sure for how long she'd be able to manage Fort Wilderness on her own either. Of course, Helen wasn't about to say anything to her kids just yet. There was no point in stressing them out without having a plan of action in place. Thankfully, Helen was doing some researching on her own at the All Star hotels that might work for the family. It was going to be a tight space, but they managed to survive a motel before. Their family was nothing but survivors.

Suddenly, while Helen was browsing the computer, cradling a sleepy-eyed Jack Jack in one stretched out arm so that he was securely fastened, she heard a knock on the door. Instantly, the flexible mother retracted her arms and held Jack Jack normally in her arms as she got up to answer it. Upon answering the door, she raised an eyebrow upon noting that it was Jumba, the guy that she had saved the experiment previously. Of course, he didn't know that. "Oh! Hello..?" Helen said with a warm smile, with a professionally practiced tone of voice that made it seem like she had no idea who he was. The secret superheroine had years of experience protecting her identity too many times before.

"Hello Mrs. Parr, um...as far as you are knowing, we have not been meeting I know but...um...well",

Wait a minute. What? How the heck did he know who she was and where she lived? That was when it hit her: Dash. He had to have something to do with this! However, Helen didn't scowl like she would have to Dash with quick glares only because Dash wasn't here. In fact, she maintained proper composure throughout. All Helen did was blink with confusion at Jumba and she raised an eyebrow at him while she expected an explanation from him as to how someone could know who a person was and where they lived without meeting them. That was borderline stalker level - and she would know, given that she had stalked people before as a super.

"...am thinking I might have run into you...at costume party",

Oh great. She knew that Halloween Party idea was not gonna work out, even with Halloween costumes. This was her fault. Bob and the kids ganged up on her as usual and she should have kept firm about it! "Oh uhm.." The mother of three placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head, playing along as if she just forgot their encounter and felt embarrassed when she remembered. "Right.. the Halloween party. Almost forgot about that!" The stay-at-home mother smiled a little, acting as if she just had a lot going on parenting wise and it was a few months ago after all. "Sorry, I guess I just don't recall-" Helen wanted to say that she didn't recall giving her address to him, and she had a feeling that she knew who did.. and he was going to be in big trouble, but Jumba interrupted her words before she could say more.

"And so...was just wishing to thank...for assistance when...was not realizing should be doing so".

Helen paused with a blink of her eyes, suddenly realizing what this was all about. "Aw, there's no need to thank me..I'm just good at picking up after things!" The mother of three shrugged modestly with a small smile, glancing down at little Jack-Jack in her arms who smiled with half-closed eyes. She was stating something that was nothing out of the ordinary in public for a mom to be picking up after things and cleaning up at the party. Something told her that Jumba would pick up on what she really meant by that: literally picking up his experiment Fibber and saving him. Helen cleverly chose her words carefully so that no one else would be able to know what she meant except him.

"So thank-you, um, will be wishing you good day now".

It was clear to the insightful Helen that there was more that Jumba wanted to say, but respectfully couldn't. Maybe. She had to be sure. She couldn't just let him leave like that just yet, not without more answers. She had to at least make sure that Jumba had gotten this information from Dash before she would accuse Dash later. Fair was fair. "Hey! Um..would you like to come in? H-how bout a cup of coffee?" The mild-mannered stay-at-home mother asked Jumba politely, a stark difference in Elastigirl's personality, as she opened the door wider to allow him inside. Do Aliens even drink coffee? The southern mom figured in being polite and treating them like anyone else with her good old-fashioned southern hospitality. Let's get to the bottom of this.

Post by Jumba Jookiba on Feb 24, 2019 19:31:21 GMT -5

Dash's mom's tone was guarded, little surprise, and since, by all outward appearances, she didn't know him, as he said. Hence being treated like he was selling something. It was...quite phenomenal actually, she didn't break into any sort of suspicious surprise or recognition at all. Jumba knew he would have at least done something wrong, even if in just a look, by now and with his own cover of Lilo's uncle if faced with a neighbor back home or such.

Still the alien scientist was able to take in a lot himself without seeming to. He would not freak her out further by glancing to her youngest she held, and which he had not seen before, but...Dash had an adorable little brother. He simply said what he'd come to say, hopefully to no further trouble for Dash himself, and prepared to leave after a nod to the understanding between them.

"Aw, there's no need to thank me..I'm just good at picking up after things!"

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Mrs. Parr paused him in his exit. In all cordial invitation, but Jumba, who knew secrets, did not miss the all important why and probably needing to get to the bottom of how he knew things.

This had been a mistake...

Again, not for his own sake. He could (and would) just tell all and have done, if he wasn't still trying to figure out what would save a kid who had got in good with him by praising him (as he so easily fell for, and even if, and because, Dash was sincere).

"Hey! Um..would you like to come in? H-how bout a cup of coffee?"

"Am loving Earth coffee, thank-you!", Jumba said, then winced; case in point if she wanted examples on how one didn't go about keeping a cover. Just in case it was helpful. Jumba nodded and entered, sort of glad he didn't see Dash anywhere (Jumba liked kids too much to be able to take his betrayed look no doubt).

"Um...Fibber is...sending greetings too", Jumba allowed himself to say, but otherwise did not go into any incriminating facts (on them anyway, his own aside) until Helen stated it was safe by asking for what he knew was coming.

Post by Helen Parr on Feb 25, 2019 0:41:44 GMT -5

"Am loving Earth coffee, thank-you!"

Helen couldn't help but smirk to herself in amusement upon hearing his obvious reply as she followed him inside. Hopefully Dash wasn't taking too much of Jumba's influence on how to maintain cover. Jack-Jack blinked in curiosity as he half-sleepily stared up at how close he was to the big man. The newness was starting to wake Jack-Jack up. Helen wasn't surprised. Putting Jack-Jack down to sleep was always a mission. "Great.. anything in particular you want to eat with that?" After getting the coffee to brew in the coffee machine, the hospitable mother added as she looked through the pantry to see what they had remaining if Dash didn't already eat it all, wondering if he had a snack of preference that she could heat up or bring out. They had toast, popcorn, cereal, chips, though the mother was already thinking ahead when she thought about quickly whipping up her homemade pepper jelly meatballs so that it'd be ready by the time the kids would come back. Do aliens eat meat? Helen began putting out the ingredients for her pepper jelly meatballs, from taking out the uncooked meat from the fridge to gathering the jelly, vegetables, and the spices. The meat needed some time to defrost a little. She decided to hold off on suggesting if he'd like to try some and hear about if he had any eating preferences first, just in case he ended up being some kind of vegetarian or other kind of specialized diet, which she would definitely respect.

"Um...Fibber is...sending greetings too"

"..Oh!" Helen remarked casually and paused for only a second with a smile forming on the ends of her lips before she resumed doing what she was doing, which was pouring out the coffee into the cups after it finished brewing. Now was when Helen received the best confirmation that Jumba truly knew the facts to who they were. "Well, tell him that we miss him," The mother of three remarked tenderly with a fond smile as she gazed down at Jack-Jack, who was solely focused on the big man in the room wearing glasses. They may not have pets in this house, but the way she spoke about Fibber, it was as if he was more than that to her; Fibber was almost child-like in a way.

"So.." It would seem that Helen was going to cut to the chase by tossing a knowing smirk at him with a raise of an eyebrow, as if she wanted to ask how he figured it out. She even paused for a second longer, before adding, "Do you have any other family members or friends here from your world?" Helen asked casually, wondering how Fibber was being taken care of if he was by himself. Was anyone watching him at home? "How do ya take your coffee?" The southern mother added, wondering if he liked it with milk or anything or just plain. Speaking of milk, Jack-Jack whined softly for some the moment that he noticed it in the fridge, which caused Helen to feel inclined to heat it up in the microwave. In the meantime of ensuring that Jumba's coffee was up to standards, she was gathering cream and sugar to put into her own cup of coffee. Were she Elastigirl, she most certainly would have cut to the chase. However, as Helen Parr, the mild manered alter ego, she was just "chewing the fat" so to speak, making conversation.

Post by Jumba Jookiba on Feb 26, 2019 10:39:06 GMT -5

Jumba didn't miss the smile at his little mishap, but he took it as a good thing, or was well aware of how bad he was at this. Once inside, he sort of stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, almost like he was going to have to make Dash's hard explanations for him. Well...in a way...

"Great.. anything in particular you want to eat with that?"

Why was she asking such hard questions right now?! Of course they were anything but hard, but seemed so when Jumba's mind was taken up with one single thought. "Um...", outwardly he seemed calm still (he could do that at least "on trial" in its many forms) as his mind ran through typical snack options. "Um...whatever you are having is...fine".

Jumba didn't require fancy. Now if Pleakley was here! Though she looked like she was planning up fancy anyway!

"..Oh! Well, tell him that we miss him,"

And it was obvious she meant her words. Even without the ability to talk conventionally, Fibber had managed to make an impression. Little surprise, Jumba would say even his early series Experiments were smart enough for that. Since he made them and all.

"So.."

Here it came. Jumba prepared himself.

"Do you have any other family members or friends here from your world?"

It was so left field, Jumba blinked a bit. He quickly recovered though. "Oh, yes, um, one of my other...Experiments. Is what 032, Fibber, is. I made him. Anyway, other is here too, to watch him", he didn't exactly catch that this what why Dash's mother asked, but answered anyway.

"How do ya take your coffee?"

"Oh plain is fine, or will try milk I guess". So many normal questions in the middle of not normal!

"And found my adorable little adopted niece, Lilo; but she is still staying with older girl, Moana, she found when first here, and snow queen Elsa, but visits often. She likes them and so I was not getting in the way and...do not know how Elsa is feeling about me". Jumba fell into talking about anything else himself...

Post by Helen Parr on Mar 20, 2019 23:40:19 GMT -5

"Sure, why don't ya have a seat and I'll prepare it for you!" The stay-at-home mother welcomed Jumba to have a seat and relax in the comforts of their home. While she prepared the homemade pepper jelly meatballs and the coffee, she listened attentively when Jumba spoke about family. That's right, 032 was Fibber! Helen remembered that Jumba had given him a number before she learned of that little alien's name after that rescue. Huh. The intelligent super was very detail oriented when it came to what people said or catching little details in videos, and she noticed that Jumba said he made experiments; he made Fibber! So, that's what the whole number thing was about! They were experiments of his! "Experiments, huh?" Helen mused casually with a small smirk. It was good to know that they weren't prisoners or belonging to some kind of zoo captivity. "So, you create genetic experiments for a living? Wow, that's.. interesting work!" Helen was no scientist of course, that was more Edna's department, but she was actually intrigued by how intelligent Jumba must be to actually create genetic experiments like Fibber. It wasn't like some science experiment at school. Fibber had feelings, personality, everything - just like a real person would! The superheroine mother was mildly curious about what he used them for, but she decided to respect that privacy. In the end, she understood that Jumba included them as family and that was all she needed to know. "Say, have ya ever considered getting paid for tutoring? I've been meaning to get my kids more engaged in learning since there aren't any schools around." Helen suggested before glancing down at Jack-Jack in his arms with a gentle smile. Except for Jack-Jack of course, she was teaching him how to talk and how to identify things through flashcards and objects. Still, maybe something more hands on would benefit Dash more while learning things at the same time. It'd keep him from doing pranks on teachers, that's for sure.

At this point, the super sleuth and mother was actually gathering information on Jumba. Aside from saving the experiment's life, she had no idea what kind of person.. or alien? That Dash was hanging out with! It was important for her to understand more about Jumba before she'd get into the personal details. Helen smiled upon hearing more about Lilo. "Oh yeah, I remember Lilo! She's your niece? Aw, she is adorable.." Helen smiled warmly in agreement upon recalling Lilo. She knew Lilo through Jack-Jack, whom Jack-Jack seemed quite fond of, too, after he ran into some trouble with his powers. "Well, between the three of you, she sounds like she's in good hands. Queen Elsa and Moana are.. exceptional kinds of people!" Aside from Moana with her powerful influence over the ocean, and Queen Elsa with her powers of snow, they were genuinely good hearted people. Helen knew Elsa on a personal level, and she had gotten to know Moana during her Thanksgiving event, as well as the gist of how she was from Violet hanging out with her at one point before she left.

"Alright, I'm sure ya know what this is about." Helen smirked knowingly as she walked over to the gently handed the coffee over to Jumba while the meatballs were in the slow cooker, carrying Jack-Jack in the other. As soon as she sat on the sofa across from him with Jack Jack on her lap drinking from his bottle, she stretched her arm to reach for the other coffee in the kitchen before bringing it back to take a sip of it.

Jack-Jack rested his head against his mom as he sat on her lap, drinking from his bottle with his two small hands while his large blue eyes remained fixed on the big guy in front of them the entire time. He was curious enough to copy the man's indigo colored skin, but he focused on finishing his bottle of milk first.

"I know Dash must've told you about our secret identity," Although Helen had said that so casually, the argumentative mother's brown eyes stared into his main two eyes with a bold expression on her face almost daring him to prove her wrong. One of her flaws was jumping into conclusions, but she knew that it couldn't have been Bob or Violet since neither of them have hung out with Jumba. Helen was actually good about keeping her annoyance in check, putting on a face similar to meeting the principal, but you can bet that as soon as Dash gets home, it was going to be an entirely different story. All Helen wanted to know was just what was the extent of Jumba's knowing. Did he know all of the family's powers or just hers and Dash's? "And I'm sure you have some questions of your own.. What exactly do you wanna know?" Helen was now more like her super alter ego that cut to the chase. It was better to just get all the questions over with and then figure out what would happen next.

Post by Jumba Jookiba on Apr 11, 2019 8:47:01 GMT -5

Dash’s mother invited him to have a seat, which Jumba did, making sure the chair was fine, and would hold him, even as he did. ”Thank-you”, he recalled to say, knowing this was important enough for manners.

Jumba gave a small laugh and smile in one. Criminal Charges would be a bad topic of conversation.

”More Inventions now, yes; before was...side-hobby while Head of Galaxy Defense Industries...before leaving home", and as if even this dodgy answer didn't still answer a few things. Jumba prepared to come clean, but Mrs. Parr moved on, to another semi-surprising topic.

"Say, have ya ever considered getting paid for tutoring? I've been meaning to get my kids more engaged in learning since there aren't any schools around."

"Oh...adding in teaching kiddies science...", Jumba actually thought on the idea, "Yes, could be good idea! Park Inventions making is...ok work, but not paying so very well". Jumba hadn't crunched the numbers yet, but Reuben might be currently doing better than him with a sandwich shop job; and much as it was great his Experiment was motivated and all, that was just sad.

"Yes! May take you up on that, and Dash is being very likable kid". And a focus on Earth Science would be a breeze to teach, Jumba felt!

Lilo, also, was making plenty of good impressions about the parks, and that didn't surprise Jumba one bit either! He knew what Helen meant on exceptional also. He had yet to see the ocean power Moana mentioned, but she had mentioned it. All these otherwise ordinary humans with powers so like many of his Experiments, or within the same ballpark, it was...astounding, Jumba would readily admit!

Jumba was pulled from these thoughts as, finally, they got to the point. After taking the coffee, with another nod of thanks, the alien scientist watched, unfazed, as Dash's mother reached over to get her own.

"I know Dash must've told you about our secret identity,"

Jumba grimaced as if he were the one in trouble, for said Likable-Boy's sake. "Very much so on accident...". He sighed, "Shortly after Jumba was arriving here...right before last Halloween", Jumba recalled when it had been, "Your son was running into me...trying to make S'mores", in the interest of coming clean, Jumba wouldn't hide even that slightly embarrassing story. Or facts of his own.

"Will not deny what are probably putting together on own end...I am sure it is being very obvious I am not Hawaiian tourist. Am actually alien scientist from Kweltikwan...". Jumba slowly, gauging her reaction the whole time, removed his sunglasses, not wishing to freak her out, though given that he now knew she and the lady to have rescued Fibber were one and the same, that was probably hard to do.

"Won't get into all of how came here, but after Lilo was taking Jumba and other alien in, learned much on Earth, but...S'mores are still slightly complicated. Dash was explaining S'mores history, sort of, and helping, and finding my mentioning of inventions and rocket-ship lab back home cool; so I mentioned when I get a lab up he should be seeing it".

Jumba collected his thoughts further and sighed again. "Was not really told so much as...put together on own end, and cover is very good, hence apology being late...", he still tried to defend Dash, "One of Jumba's other experiments, Reuben, was there when Dash was coming by to see lab and...he simply mentioned Fibber before recalling he shouldn't know him, but was working against alien intellect, so...should maybe not be blamed too much...", Jumba smiled sheepishly, still trying to help Dash.

Though he had then spilled the beans on his brother....

Jumba glanced briefly to the baby, and then aside again, despite how telling this could be, "And...might have mentioned other powers once Jumba was knowing secrets...yes, but...".

The alien scientist sighed, "Am more interested that am not getting your son in trouble than younger son's fire and laser powers". Jumba kicked himself the second he finished talking. That was it. Dash was just never going to speak to him again.

<<Hehe I love when things work without me even trying. Now I understand further why he made Dash a car! The softie! >>

Post by Helen Parr on Apr 29, 2019 14:37:50 GMT -5

"Galaxy of Defense? Wow, creating inventions to defend the galaxy and promote world peace? That's actually kind of admirable!" Helen lifted an auburn eyebrow with an impressed smile. Back in the glory days, Helen knew a super - may he rest in peace - that was able to change his molecular density to change gravity and even create Black Holes, which was the closest thing to "space" for them. But the heroic work that Jumba could do was actually in space! This was a whole other level to being a hero! World peace was what this superheroine was all about. Well, that and asserting women as part of the status quo!

"Yes, could be good idea! Park Inventions making is...ok work, but not paying so very well"

"Yeah, that would be great! I'll see if I can get my daughter interested. Let me know what ya settle for in terms of price once ya think on it more." With any hope, it would be within their budget, though Helen could always try to move things around to make it easier. Certainly moving to a cheaper hotel would help a lot with that, at least. Education was important though, especially if it meant to keep Dash from getting himself into trouble while learning a few things.

"Very much so on accident..."

"Huh.." Helen remarked sardonically in response. Yeah, Dash was definitely grounded. There was nothing "accidental" about telling someone their secret identity. Still, she listened on as Jumba further explained how it all occurred. When Jumba revealed that he was an alien from Kweltikwan, Helen blinked at the revelation of his four eyes behind the glasses and nodded with a "Oh..right.." She probably should have acted more shocked, but she wasn't masking herself this time. Truth was, she wasn't nearly as phased because let's face it, she had seen weird stuff already - a super looking like an owl being one of them, or Jack-Jack's...red..form.. whatever that even was. She was still wrapping her head around that particular power out of the 17 that her sweet baby boy had. She figured that Jumba was definitely not human given things he said like earth coffee and the fact that Fibber could have possibly been an alien based on what Dash had said, but she was respectful enough to keep that to herself.

Jack-Jack, on the other hand, was blown away by the four eyes as much as someone disappearing behind his hands during peekaboo! Which was actually funny to play with powers. He dropped his bottle from his lips, with his large blue eyes widened with interest.

Helen reached for the bottle and helped Jack-Jack to finish his milk. At the end of Jumba's story, she realized that Dash didn't necessarily tell the secret identity so much as let on about the case on Fibber. Though Dash did have a school life and a normal life with powers, Helen supposed that Dash didn't have enough experience in dealing with a superhero life and a normal life to really be able to keep them separately. It should be treated the same as managing school and a home life, but Dash still struggled with even using his powers as pranks at school, so she couldn't expect Dash to be necessarily perfect about managing the two different "lives" as a superhero and as a normal boy either. A sigh escaped her lips as she conceded on this fact that Dash was going to get a stern talking to, but the punishment was not going to be so severe as it would have been.

"And...might have mentioned other powers once Jumba was knowing secrets...yes, but...".

"What??" Helen instantly interjected with a raise of an eyebrow. Bringing in her other family members involved by sharing their powers to other people?! Now Dash was just asking for it. The auburn haired mother narrowed her eyebrows slightly with a scowl upon hearing Jumba mention two of Jack-Jack's 17 powers. Yep. He was officially grounded. He knew better than that! Jack-Jack could practically feel the tension in his mom's arms, causing him to look up curiously while holding the bottle. A breath was released from her lips to keep herself cool. "Don't worry, I won't tell him that you told me.." Helen reassured, promising that Dash wouldn't know it was Jumba's fault. "He's used to me finding things out one way or another. Guess it's a mom thing.." Helen smirked to herself with a shrug. Actually, it was more of a super sleuth thing. She had a background in espionage work when it came to finding out the schemes of villains, given how silent she can penetrate evil lairs and how easily she can get through any locked door. Helen glanced down to check on Jack-Jack's bottle before glancing back at Jumba again. "Well, has he mentioned anything else about powers?" She'd like to know just how many powers were mentioned exactly if only to ensure that only those powers would be mentioned around him, though it was kinda nice to know that someone else like Jumba knew the truth given his background in hiding his own secret identity.

Toad: Dash: I'm sure we can arrange it so the Parrs's stay in Toad Hall is only temporary. I guess I'll start that other thread to show you what's up with the place. It's only me RPing with my own characters.May 6, 2019 15:21:41 GMT -5